Hideaway Strath Third child, restless child

Kyn can’t help but laugh hard as hell when he watches his two sons freak out over a rock. Yet, his attention is stolen as his second born nuzzles against him and his heart melts. Smiling he looks down to Tulok, feeling those sharp, little teeth mouth against him. 

“Haha, ow, little bastard.” He hums with a laugh as one of Tulok’s teeth snag on his lip. “Here, here, you little demon.” He chuckles as he gets up and bows his head down. 

This whole throwing up thing is new for him and it’s hard, but he’s been getting better. So he reaches down into his mind and prepares himself to gag up the food he’d eaten just about an hour ago. Sooner or later he’s able to make himself do it and he swears if he had the ability to sweat he would be. Regurgitating the food into a small pile right next to Tulok. 

“There’s dinner.” He grunts with a light lifting of his lip as he looks to Simmik. “God, I hate doing that.” He chuckles softly, his face still twisted up uncomfortably. Then he looks to the other two and down to Tulok once more. “You gotta share with your brothers alright?” He says softly before calling the others over. “Atka, Alduin. Food.” He says simply, thinking that they would understand. 

He hates to interrupt the other boys moment of discovery, but he didn’t want to throw up separately for the other two.